There was a body chained to each stone, a mix of women and children, the best to use for such sacrifices. Rage and anguish coiled through him as he looked at him. How could anyone murder children? Telmé wiped away the tears on his cheek, tried to focus on his mission. The altar table in the middle was also covered in blood, along with the broken and burned remains of additional instruments of summoning. Telmé examined the markings, what was left of the paper where the man had written spell notes for the summoning. Unfortunately, not enough remained for him to sort out which demons exactly had been summoned.
Leaving the altar behind, Telmé doubled back to burn the warlock's body, whispering a soft prayer. Priests would eventually come to purify the entire forest, cleanse it of any hellish residue and send those who had been killed on their way to the Goddesses' embrace. But Telmé could not bear to leave the man, no matter how despicable, without some soft prayer.